Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters or their universe. BBC/Kudos/Antena3 do. I’m not making any money out of this.

Rating: Cortina Blanca

Word Count: 270 approx

Summary: Now Quin really does want to kiss Samuel

A/N: Necesitaba fic. Aquí es. I never intended to write LCDA fic - apart from anything else, I do tend to think it ought to be written in Spanish! But Quin owns my soul, and he wanted this written. Thanks toclonesgirl for checking it made sense.

Princesa

Quin looked at the infuriating little fellow with affection and reluctant admiration. A princess indeed, this one, with his pretty looks, his graceful walk and his very un-Communist sense of entitlement.

To tell your own boss that you preferred men! To say to the handsomest man in the station that you like men, but you prefer them “more manly” than Quin!

Quin had never heard the like, and settled for telling Samuel what he was missing.

Of course, Samuel already knew that Quin could use a gun better than any man alive, and now Quin told him he was very good at kissing. He was a little disappointed that Samuel didn’t ask what was the third thing he was good at.

But Quin had to know - did Sam really think it was OK, all these men kissing in public? It seemed to Quin extraordinary that they didn’t hide. The answer floored him - Samuel sounded as if he knew the fear of raids very well indeed.

Quin felt he understood so much more now Samuel had explained it, and he said so. What followed might have become very awkward indeed because, yes, now he really did think he might like to kiss Samuel, and that was something he might never live down.

Luckily Cris and Rai hadn’t forgotten why they were playing poofs in this particular park, and the call of “Jefe!” brought him back to his senses just in time.

But something had changed. Something inside him had shifted as he stared at Samuel’s familiar challenging face, and he would never forget how he’d felt just then.